Asking the impossible
Wanting it so bad
Oh Santa won't you bring it me
It's making me so sad

Some say that I am lucky
Blessed beyond belief
But I just don't believe them
Give myself so much grief

The mirrors lie
My friends lie
My parents lie
Do I lie?

I buy cute dresses
They don't get worn
They're the pretty ones
The roses to a thorn

You'd think its easy
I just don't see it
Santa, please, for my wish
I just want to be it